Dirty CEO: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Windy City Bad Boys Book 1)

by Mickey Miller

  She shuddered against me. “Oh, wow. There’s a list?”

  “It’s in my head right now. Let’s see…you. Your hair. Your eyes. Your lips. You in white. You in jeans. Your smell. You sitting on this dining room table like a bad little girl who wants to get fucked. You covered in my come.” My voice sounded throaty at the end of the last sentence. Maybe I had crossed a line and let her know just how dirty I wanted to be with her. Then again, fuck it. If we were going to do this, I wasn’t going to hold back who I was.

  I rocked against her, punctuating my list with the length of my fat dick against her pussy. She was burning hot against me and already threatening to soak my slacks with her juice.

  Kelly let out a noise between a cry and a whimper. “Vince, just fucking take me. However you want.”

  “Now that’s a good bunny,” I growled.

  She rarely wore her hair down, always tucking the shoulder-length strands into a ponytail. Tonight, it sheeted around her, and I was going to use it like reins; breaking my little filly against me. Her whimper turned into a cry as I got a grip at the nape, holding her still so I could imprint this sight on my brain—Kelly in starlight all dressed in white.

  I dipped my head, breathing her in. “This is the shit of dreams,” I said before I took her mouth.

  We kissed like two animals with our bodies glued together. A frenzy pulsed through me, turning my cock into an insistent steel bar between us. She rubbed against me, stroking her sex over it. Ruining my pants with the slippery heat dripping from her. If she were any other girl, and especially not a virgin, I’d have torn her clothing off and already been buried inside of her.

  Slow, I needed to be slow.

  She tugged at my suitcoat, and I threw it on the ground. My greedy hands roamed every square inch of her available to me. I wanted bare skin on skin. Her thighs quivered around me, and I stroked my nails down the outside of them, painting her in claw marks until I reached her dainty ankles and urged her to cross them behind me.

  I wanted all of her, and she wanted all of me, judging by the way she yanked at my shirt. Shit, the wildcat didn’t waste a moment as she tore at it, filling the air with the sound of tearing threads and popped buttons before she had her hand inside my shirt.

  The warm summer air blew over my body. I wasn’t big and bulky, but toned and muscled; a mid-weight boxer’s physique. Though she wasn’t interested in my chest, or the tattoos she’d just exposed.

  No. She was backing off, running her hands down the front of my fly, and feeling the length of my swollen cock through the cloth.

  She gasped, her mouth open. “Holy shit, Vince. What the fuck is this?”

  “I know you’re a virgin, but don’t act like you’ve never felt a man’s cock before.” My smile was cocky as fuck, and hey, why shouldn’t it be? I was about to show her what it was like to fuck a real man. To have her tiny pussy split open around a large shaft. I was going to ruin her for another man, spoil her so that none could ever compete with me. Especially those weak-chinned tools in California.

  I reached my thumb around and rubbed her pussy through her panties and it was just as I’d thought. Wet as fuck.

  “Not like this, I haven’t,” she whispered. “Sit down.”

  I was a little surprised to hear Kelly dishing out directives, given the submissive tendencies she’d exhorted before and the way she melted when I got dominant. It was a good thing, I liked to give orders and take. Nonetheless, I was excited to play her game. Begrudgingly I peeled her legs from around my body. I sat in one of the armless dining chairs.

  If there was nervousness in her demeanor, I sure as hell couldn’t see it. Maybe that acting minor was paying off.

  “You’re not the only one who has been thinking about this night. Hi, I’m your personal stripper for the night.” She slipped off the table with a fuck-me swing of her hips, and leaned down, whispering in my ear. “Bunny.”

  My jaw fell. Not only at her physical sexiness, but at her feminine playfulness, her creativity to come up with the idea to play as my personal stripper. I wondered why God decided to grant a man with a past as dark as mine his greatest wish of all time.

  She giggled and watched my reaction. I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap. She squealed as her ass connected with the tent poling in my trousers. I kissed her again, loving the way her lips grew bruised from my lips. I slid my hand over her chest. “Bunny, your heart is beating a mile a minute. Are you nervous?”

  She breathed deeply. “Vince. I want you to tell me what to do.”

  I smirked, understanding her game. Or at least thinking I did. “Stand up,” I said.

  She stood as I commanded.

  “Catwalk for me.”

  “Like this?” She flicked her hair and strutted, her sleek body gripped in that little white dress which looked painted on. My jaw was wide open as I watched her strut back and forth in stilettos, the city lights her backdrop. The Chicago skyline was designed by architects to be the most beautiful in the world. It couldn’t come close to her, though.

  Not while I watched my little Bunny’s skirt ride higher with each step and know that it was forever etched in my memory.

  “Come here,” I ordered.

  She came, pausing in front of me.

  “Turn around and pull up your skirt.”

  She did, a quiver running over her body. Shyly she gripped her skirt, inching it up higher, and higher, until there weren’t any secrets between us. And fuck me if her ass wasn’t a gift from the fucking Irish gods. I wanted to thank all of them personally for hitting the mark right on the money with her. It was pert and tight and bare. Damn, when had my girl gotten lingerie? Because she was decked out in a lacy thong so thin it wouldn’t take more than a breath to tear it.

  I grabbed her hips and ass and gave her a good firm spank. Her ass jiggled, her snow-white skin reddening instantly. She moaned.

  “Do you like that?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said as she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes were liquid with lust.

  I spanked the other cheek, harder than the first, and she moaned again. Kelly’s husky noises pushed me precariously close to the edge. It was all I could do not to pin her down and slam my cock into her. But I had promised her nice and slow, even if I wasn’t entirely sure I wouldn’t go fucking insane from holding back.

  I stroked my nails along the outline of my handprint emblazoned on her ass. Damn, this was what fantasies were made of. Kelly bent before me, and giving me an unfettered view of her body.

  I wound my hands up to her waist and pulled her back, fitting the heft of my still-covered cock against her, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.

  She shuddered and I rocked against her before pulling away. I wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot. Even if the sweet scent of her virginal pussy, all wet and needy, was begging me to take a taste of her.

  “Take off your dress.”

  Her hands shook as she obeyed and wiggled out of the tight white thing, leaving her in only her lacy white bra and panties, and black stilettos. I sucked in a breath, not even pretending I wasn’t struck by the sultry, innocent view in front of me.

  “Straddle me.”

  She flipped her hair over her shoulder, bobbing her perfect breasts in front of me. Balancing her hands on my shoulders, she squatted over me and wrapped her long legs around me while I sat. I grabbed onto a fistful of her hair, rapidly becoming my favorite position to kiss her in, as we made out. Instinctively I ground my hard cock against her pussy. Her hot core burnt me even through my clothes.

  “Vince, please. I want you to take me. I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, tugging at the button on my slacks. Fuck, her eagerness sent pre-come leaking into my slacks.

  “I will, Bunny. I’m going to fuck you so hard those stars overhead won’t be the only ones you’re seeing.”

  “Oh, God. Can I take your cock out, please?” she begged.

  I smiled. What a good fucking girl I had on my hands.<
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  “Get on your knees.”

  She hastily obeyed. As she did, she transferred a hair tie from her wrist to her hair and made a ponytail. I grinned. That was a global sign that shit was about to get real.

  “Bunny,” I spoke softly, tipping her chin up to me. “How’s your gag reflex?”

  “Gag reflex?”

  I smiled at her innocence. “Clearly you’ve never choked on a man’s cock before.”

  She eagerly helped me unbuckle my belt and pull down my zipper. I hadn’t worn any briefs or underwear today, so my cock popped right out and almost hit her in the face.

  Her mouth hung open, giving me a brief flash of what she was going to look like stuffed with dick. Then she shocked the fuck out of me as she grabbed its base. “Fuck, Vince, you’re huge.”

  “God, Bunny.” I gritted my teeth.

  She didn’t waste any time as she leaned against me. She kissed around my stomach and my waist before working her way up to the tip of my cock. She licked the sides, teasing me.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  I stroked my hand through her hair, getting a firm grip and urging her forward. “I’m going to fuck your face, Bunny. You breathe when I say.”

  “Yes,” she muttered.

  That was the last syllable she uttered before she swallowed my cock whole. I leaned back and let the ecstasy take over as her head went down, down, down my cock.

  Vince was so damn big. Sure, I’d suspected as much with all the times I’d felt him against me. But I’d thought it was, I don’t know, an illusion. Something my mind conjured due to all of those “big sausage” jokes.

  He truly was hung like an Italian stallion.

  I moaned again as the salty taste of his pre-come bubbled over my tongue. I only had half his dick in my mouth, the wide girth of his shaft threatening to give me a Joker’s smile. It was worth it, though…so worth it.

  His hand was all wrapped up in my hair, urging me down without pushing me. I’d hated that about my ex. He would shove my head down until I choked. This was more of a slow but insistent pressure, telling me exactly what he expected of me, but not forcing me.

  My lips popped with a loud suction as I breathed him in. His heady musk filled my head, making me all sorts of dizzy.

  I was in bliss. His huge shaft pierced my lips, throbbing a staccato of his heartbeat against my tongue.

  “Fuck, Bunny, all I can think of now is how I should have had your mouth on my dick during high school. You are a gorgeous little red-haired devil.” Vince’s voice had a ragged quality. I gave an experimental suck, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit.”

  I was being bad. I knew I was. My ass still stung from how he’d spanked me. But I wasn’t ashamed. I wanted more of that.

  Darting a look up through my lashes, I found Vince watching me. His eyes were hooded, only a glimmer of brown visible; a slice of almond torte beneath the weight of his lashes.

  “Swallow me.”

  I moaned again and relaxed my jaw, not stopping until the bulbous head brushed my tonsils. Oh, that’s what he meant about gag reflex. I choked, my eyes watering as he tickled the back of my throat.

  “Good girl. Just a little more. You can do it. Take a big breath.”

  More? I was already so stuffed with dick. But he was nodding, giving little tugs of my hair. God, my pussy just gushed every time he did that. It was as if there was a lead line connected to my hair, nipples, and core. Each time he yanked, my nipples tingled, and my pussy dripped.

  I swallowed loudly, sending a wave of spit out of my lips and dripping down his cock. But I took a deep breath like he ordered. Then he pushed, sending the last inch of his cock into my throat. He held me there, his length plugging my windpipe. Then he pulled me off with a rush. Saliva spun between my lips and his huge dick.

  “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Mmm, now you can play.”

  “So big,” I whimpered again. I knew I sounded like a broken record. But it was the truth. My brain was misfiring over the knowledge that he was going to pump every inch into me.

  God, I was creaming all over the place.

  I stroked him nice and slow, rubbing my spit in shiny stripes down his cock. Then up to the tip, gathering his wetness down to mix with it.

  I wanted another taste, and he didn’t bother stopping me as I pulled my mouth up and off his cock and rolled my tongue over the tip, gathering up his essence and lapping it up.

  “Maybe I should call you kitten with how you go for my come,” he grunted.

  Heat stole into my cheeks as I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched, showcasing tight muscle beneath the olive hue of his dark skin.

  “You need to stick with one nickname, Vince,” I said with an arched brow.

  His eyes narrowed, flashing danger at me. Then he was controlling me again, demanding my obedience as he shoved my mouth back down his cock. Obviously I was talking too much, and not sucking enough.

  “Bad fucking girl,” he growled. I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. Only take his cock deeper as if my life was depending on it.

  He fucked my mouth, my throat, just like he’d vowed. Leaving me dizzy and breathless by the time he pulled me up. I gasped for air as he spoke. “Soon I’m going to feed you a bellyful of my come, Bunny. But tonight. Tonight is all about you and that sweet cherry you’ve been saving for me.”

  “Vince, please,” I pleaded. Couldn’t he tell I was begging? My inner thighs were slick and sticky from how wet I was. My panties, a scrap of nothing I’d bought at Victoria’s Secret in preparation for the big night, couldn’t control my arousal.

  “Up. I want my dessert now.”

  Dessert? How was he thinking of food now? I nearly cried in frustration as I staggered to my heels. It felt tawdry parading around in front of him in nearly sheer bits of fabric with my stilettos still on.

  He changed our positions rapidly. He stood by the table with his cock sticking out like a damn battering ram. And I was now on the small table, my ass warmed by the seat he’d vacated.

  I suddenly realized just what he wanted to eat. My thighs fell open, inviting him in. My breathing grew wispy, my voice became so dirty. “What’s for dessert?”

  His grin was pure wolfish. I was Little Red Riding Hood, and he was the predator waiting in the woods.

  Oh, fuck.

  “You.”

  My brand new panties were just…gone as he tore the scrap off. “Dammit, Vince, another pair!”. I was going to get an underwear fund out of his apparent fetish for destroying my clothes.

  “Maybe I should order you to not wear them anymore.” His large hands cradled my thighs, the rough finger pads sent shivers up my spine. He pried me open, urging me to scoot to the edge of the table. My ass hung over the lip, and so did my pussy. The nighttime air teased my pussy, turning chilly when it gusted over my wetness.

  Oh. Oh, God, I was going to lose my virginity outside on the damn patio.

  “Just like that,” Vince said.

  It was a struggle keeping my eyes open as he sank down between my spread thighs. His eyes drilled into mine, demanding I stay just as I was; splayed out across the table.

  My head dropped back. “Vince, please, please, I need you.”

  “I know, Bunny,” he said. And then he was right there. His mouth was silk and sin, fire and ice as he widened it over my pussy. He licked all my juices up, making me feel like a melting ice cream cone with the way his tongue delved between my puffy lips and dipped inside.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned. I’d propped myself up on my elbows to watch him, but that first touch of his tongue had me flat on my back.

  He pulled me closer, all but wearing me on his face. My thighs squeezed his ears, and he hauled one thigh over his broad shoulder. I was so exposed. All open for him, and he was going down on me as if I were a four-course meal.

  My nails drove through his thick hair, clutching desperately at the coiffed strands. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. I wa
s just boneless, helpless beneath the onslaught.

  His fingers pulled me wide, exposing my throbbing little clit. But he didn’t touch it. Oh, no, the bulk of his attention was around it. Darting here and there, and then driving his tongue into my core.

  “Ohh. Ohh, I like that,” I gasped.

  He made a muffled sound of approval and then did it again. I rocked against his face, feeling my pleasure spiking. I was so close. My third big “O” reared its glorious head. I needed more, though. But I didn’t know what. I squirmed beneath him, trying to control the motions of his head.

  His chuckle told me he was playing with me. Keeping me suspended on the edge but not pushing me over the peak.

  Finally, though, he let me fall. His tongue twirled around my aching nub, passing directly over the center. My breathing hitched, and my toes curled in my heels.

  I was so close. I must have been muttering it because he kept repeating that movement with his tongue. Little wiggles across my clit. And then he drove his finger into my pussy.

  I shattered. My scream ripped through the night as I came all over Vince’s face.

  Oh, my God, it was fireworks and rainbows, an acid trip of colors and light melting together. I couldn’t think as I laid beneath him, shuddering as the beautiful little death took me away.

  When I came to, Vince was above me. His gorgeous body caged mine onto the table.

  “Welcome back,” he said with a pure pussy-eating smile. His face was slick, his scruff glistening with my wetness.

  I was fascinated by the sight.

  “Wow,” I said. What else was a girl supposed to do? I wasn’t capable of deep thought.

  “The night’s not over, Bunny.”

  He moved, and that’s when I realized he was between my thighs. I gasped, glancing down to see his condom-covered cock nestled against my pussy. Whatever relief my orgasm wrought evaporated as my womb tightened, sending another wave of desire roaring through me.

  “Fuck, I felt that,” he gasped. “Your pussy just fired so fucking hot.”

  I shuddered. “Just fuck me. Christ, Vince. Fuck me.”

  I couldn’t be elegant, not when my body was one pulsing wave of need.